We’re meeting for the first time after a week of talking on ******. You’re sitting down when I first walk in, we have an enjoyable date with good conversation. When you stand up, I realize how much you have exaggerated your height. 5’11? Bullshit. I’m 6’5 in these heels and 5’11 barefoot. I take them off to prove it and go off on you for lying about your height. You’re 5’7 on a good day. Makes you one of many men who have tried to gaslight me, telling me I must not know how tall I am because you insist on sticking with your lie. I will get the tape measure out if I have to in order to prove it. You’re such a pathetic excuse of a man. There won’t be a second date unless you’re on your knees and beneath my heels.
